Golden Dawn Poem by Sunday Igwebuike

Golden Dawn



We sat down, when we thought, That the journey has gone round. And a beginning set, And call forth a battle, A herald; a trumpet blast! To go round, If our resolve can fetch us a pass! Those who went down, learning nothing, Can they rise and listen, To the stars, moons, suns, just coming out? I wonder, if I can drive my train!

Friday, September 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: africa
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